Just heard that the Metrodome in Minneapolis collapsed last night due to the blizzard. I am so happy that I decided to buy a snowblower for the first time, because I was out at 6 AM this morning blowing away 4 foot snowdrifts from my driveway so I could get out and down to the church some seven miles away for 8 o’clock and 9:30 AM Masses. I was on to preach this weekend. Got there okay, with a smaller but faith-filled congregation, only to traipse back home intending to to do a 11 o’clock communion service at our clustered sister parish (my home parish) since the pastor couldn’t get out of his garage due to impenetrable snow drifts. Got to the church to find one stuck car, an unplowed street out front and a decision to cancel the communion service because of impassibility.
Don’t you just love Minnesota winters! Honestly, the blizzard the past 36 hours is the worst we have had since the big one of 1997. Despite all the grumbling, a lot of us guys underneath it all love the challenge of digging out. Something, I suspect, about the male psyche.
Keep warm!
